Judgment Blood Rain

It seems that because there was no influence of the Hourglass during this Promotion Ritual... the Night Demon summoned by Iver did not have the same combat restrictions as when it was in the Material Realm.

Iver did not enter; he simply flew high in the sky, looking down at the earth.

In the blink of an eye, the Night Demon smashed through the gate and rushed into the temple.

Iver, of course, couldn't see what was happening inside...

But he could get a glimpse of it! In Iver's right eye's vision, an ominous red light immediately emanated from the temple. Then, several red flames suddenly blazed up... followed by an even more exaggerated black vortex that abruptly expanded, engulfing the flames.

Roars, collisions, and screams mingled together, followed by the sounds of limbs being torn apart and bones snapping and cracking. Finally, only the terrifying, dense sound of chewing remained.

Under the gaze of Iver's right eye, the building that had been shining with a blood-red light visibly dimmed, leaving only black smoke inside.

Seemingly seeing the dark meteor crash into the temple, the giant, his blood boiling, roared and charged out.

But before they could even reach the temple, they were all killed by the rain of blood and turned into a pile of white bones.

However, a small number of giants also managed to break through.

Those giants who reach the Fourth Level or higher possess extremely vigorous vitality—especially those giants who have switched to warrior-type professions. Even under the blood rain pelted by the Sixth Level Night Demon, they will not die immediately.

"You long-eared, fleshy man!"

A middle-aged giant, about five meters tall, roared furiously, "What have you done!"

His pupils were blood red, his body radiated Blood Energy, and he charged at Iver like a mad dog, wielding heavy double hammers.

In his view, the elf seemed not to have reacted at all, only belatedly turning around.

He revealed a cruel and tyrannical smile, roared loudly, and then leaped high into the air, crashing down on the elf riding the flying horse! In mid-air, the giant swung his hammer down with a deafening crash! The hammer struck, followed by a terrifying crushing and grating sound. But the elf seemed to merely sway in the air, showing no further reaction.

So he swung the hammer down again, heavily from top to bottom!

With a soft "poof," the wretched elf instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist! "—What are you doing!"

An angry shout from the old giant awakened the middle-aged giant.

He endured the pain of his flesh being scraped away by the rain of blood, and groggily raised his head.

But then he found that the scene in front of him suddenly changed—the person in front of him was not the elf riding a winged horse, but another giant who was slightly shorter than him!

He had smashed the giant's head with his own hands!

"... What kind of sorcery is this?!"

The giant felt fear and instinctively took two steps back.

He looked around and finally saw where the elf had stopped.

Not far away, a short, pale undead was looking at him with a cold smile, gently patting the ball.

It seemed to be a small, fleshy person. She was softly singing some kind of lullaby in a language she couldn't understand.

Immediately afterwards, he saw another berserk giant roar and cleave off the head of the old giant who had just awakened him with a single axe blow!

Then, others rushed over and began fighting with the giant.

—And so they began to kill each other!

As for the blond, long-eared, fleshy man from the very beginning, he was indeed flying in the air, coldly watching everything unfold.

The excruciating pain in his back intensified, and the middle-aged giant roared angrily as his already purplish muscles bulged once more.

He decided to launch another attack! — The ground cracked and shattered.

As he charged forward, some of his own giants, driven mad, tried to intercept him.

He thought, "They must have been controlled by that sorcery!"

But his charge was unstoppable—with a casual swing of his hammer, he sent one of his kind flying, his chest and shoulders twisted, his bones deformed and protruding. He landed on the ground convulsing, and some people tried to help him straighten his bones.

But the elf just looked at him indifferently, neither running away nor avoiding him.

"Fifth Level... Are you the strongest here?"

The elf suddenly spoke up and asked.

He didn't dodge.

Was his mind being manipulated again? The middle-aged giant completely ignored the other person's question.

He panicked for a moment, but gritted his teeth and launched an attack.

—Who cares if they're his own kind? Once he kills everyone here, he'll have no one left to be his kin! By the time he reached the end of his charge, the entire earth had been shattered under his feet. The ground looked like a jagged ravine, ready to become a river if it rained.

As he charged to the end and launched his final attack, the ground beneath his feet shattered a second time and continued to shatter—not due to a reaction force, but rather the power of the earth being continuously drawn from its depths!

The ground trembled as if an earthquake had struck, but his legs remained perfectly still.

If the enemy is on the ground, this attack can also cause them to lose their balance.

But the spirit was more than thirty meters in the air—

After the ground collapsed three times in succession, he suddenly leaped up, causing the rubble to explode.

He leaped high into the air and swung his giant hammer down with his right hand!

"Drink it!"

—An Earthquake Strike! A yellowish-brown halo enveloped his giant hammer.

But the next moment, a sudden fear gripped his heart—

The last time he felt this fear was when he fought a dragon.

Suddenly, a gray, shadowy wing appeared in front of him, bending to block his attack.

—It's the same demon that attacked the temple before!

This attack was blocked; an ordinary warrior would likely be exhausted by now.

But for him, that was far from enough!

The middle-aged giant in mid-air roared again, his exhausted body suddenly exerting force as he brought down the giant hammer in his other hand! It was a powerful attack that could instantly carve a canyon upon hitting the ground.

—Ground -Earth Shattering Strike! But even with this second blow, it only caused the wings to sink slightly further.

The two consecutive attacks were like being submerged in the sea. He remained suspended in mid-air, maintaining his position off the ground for a brief moment.

The next moment.

The wings retracted slightly, then suddenly opened!

Like a ping-pong ball being smashed down, the middle-aged giant was launched outwards, shooting out and slamming heavily to the ground! A plume of smoke rose as his body bounced repeatedly, like skipping stones. In the end, his curled-up body left a long trail on the ground.

—No, it's okay. It's just that I was knocked down from a height of thirty meters.

This level of impact was nothing to him. It was even less than the sustained damage caused by the blood rain.

But just as the middle-aged giant was swaying and trying to stand up, his legs suddenly gave way and he knelt on the ground.

Immediately afterwards, he coughed up a mouthful of blood—his internal organs felt as if they were being burned by fire.

His limbs became weak, and his vision became dark and blurry.

His skin became dry and aged, and his breathing became rough.

His blurred vision allowed him to see the demon in the sky stretch out its hand, point at him from afar, and mutter something under its breath.

Even so, he was entangled in several curses.

—The Weakness Curse, the Blinding Curse, the Blood Burning Curse, the Stone Lung Curse, the Aging Curse.

The blood rain falling on him suddenly hurt several times more.

What enraged him most was that the two men didn't even finish him off; they simply flew away! "You're capable of this—kill me with your own hands! Let me feel your power, let your power tear my body apart! Tear me apart with your sword, your wings, your claws!" "Come back..."

He tried to roar, but found his voice had become hoarse and he couldn't speak. The roar that was once so loud that it could shake the river from afar had now become so faint that only he could hear it.

That was a "Silent Curse".

"Come back... to fight..."

He swayed, trying with all his might to stand up.

"At least... kill me..."

Only then did he realize how quiet the surroundings had become.

It wasn't that he had lost his hearing, but that all the giants were already dead! "Drink..."

The middle-aged giant used all his strength to stand up, swaying unsteadily.

He walked toward his weapon—but as he walked, pieces of his flesh fell off and melted into liquid.

He swayed and turned into a standing skeleton. Then he was blown away and collapsed by the black storm.

Inside the gathering point, the humans watched all of this with lingering fear.

Those invincible and irresistible "Giant God" vanished one by one in the rain of blood. Dark, shadowy feathers drifted in the sky, and the ground was littered with enormous skeletons.

It looks like the end of the world...

But, but...

These domesticated "slaves" emerged unscathed from the Judgment Blood Rain! —That was the end of the Giant God! Update complete! Please vote!